Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Associates,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.